User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120320155626

The party of ferrets that are lying low behind the shrubs inside the grounds near the small wicker gate of the East side of the Abbey begin to get restless. "Where is that idjit? All 'e 'ad t'do was get th'poison in an' get out o' there."

The large ferret clamps a paw over the speaker's mouth as a few otters come bursting from the main Abbey's entrance, yelling to the otters on guard. "Quick, mates, get in 'ere, we think there's a vermin in the Abbey, the food's been poisoned, ol' Skelp died while eatin' a scone!"

Flynn heads down from the battlements and grabs the panicked otter. "Impossible, we've been keeping watch all night! Nobeast could've gotten in here!" The otter shakes his head and runs back into the Abbey, dragging Flynn along.

Flynn makes a face at the body of Skelp, and then his expression turns to sadness. He turns back to the otter. "An' what about Rudd? Did 'e survive the arrow?" The otter solemnly shakes his head, and Flynn, in anger, slams his bow down into a nearby table. He then looks up furiously. "We'll find this vermin scum and make sure 'e dies nice and slow."